Orgrave, you're the initiator
of the murdering of Edward Sitton,
date of murdering - 10th of
June 1930.
- Accused,
what can you say in legal
defense?
- Doctor, doctor, faster!
- Nothing is bad.
- It's just usual faint.
- Rogers, water!
- Help!
- Put her here.
- What's with me?
- Some water...
- You are better now.
- Such terrible voice!
- Where I could here it?
- So what is it?!!
- Who is playing such bad jokes with us?
- Oh, of course. - It's so.
- What?
- Ladies and gentlemen,
Please quiet.
- Turn off it! Turn off it right now!
- Nerves...nerves....
- Misses Rogers will be better soon.
- It was just faint.
- All this because of voice.
- Such a terrible voice...
- It seemed to me, that he
brings in a verdict.
- I have to declare gentlemen,
That all this is a lie
- Lie from start to end.
- What stupid trick?
- Do you think that it's a trick?
- Yes, but we forgot one thing.
- Who could start all this devilry
- Rogers!
- Yes, sir.
- Who started gramophone and set
the disk, you, Rogers?
- I didn't know what was the disk
like. By God, I didn't know
- I believe, but
You'd better explain.
- I just did I was told to do,sir.
- By whom?
- By Mr. Owen. I should
have start gramophone
after I served coffe.
- Strange story.
- I didn't know what was the disk
like.
- I swear. There was a label on the
disk
and on the label there was a
name,
I thought it's music.
- There was a name on the disk?
- Yes, the name was "Swan-song".
- It's ridiculous.
Nonsense and ridiculous!
- Just like this, defile
honest people.
- It doesn't matter who he is, this
Owen but..
- No, exactly this we have to get to
know,
who he is this Owen!
- So, let's start the interrogation.
- Rogers,
- Yes, sir?
- Who is that Mr. Owen?
- The owner of this isle, Sir.
- We know that.
- What do you know about him personally?
- I can not tell you more.
- I've never seen him.
- Nobody has seen him!
- What does it mean?!
- I and my wife were taken from agency.
- 'Regina' agency sent
a letter to us.
- Oh, it's old respectable agency.
- They said when we should come here.
- |everything was ready.
- We just had to clean dust.
- And I have got one more
letter from Mr. Owen yesterday.
- He wrote in it that he will be
late and we have to receive guests
as good as possible...
- As good as possible!
- And told about our work
and disks.
- Do you have this letter with you?
- Yes, Sir. Please.
Sent from "Ritz" hotel.
- Is printed on the typewriter.
- Can I have a look.
Typewriter "Carnation".
- Absolutely new.
- Without defects.
- Usual paper.
- "A. N. Owen."
- And  such terrible
name this man hes...
- Alan Norman Owen.
- It is possible to break a tongue.
If we look into all this,
Everything is very strange.
I got a letter with indecipherable
signature and for some reason
decided,
that it's from misses Oliver,
who I met 2
years ago on a holiday.
She invited me to this island
where she said she had opened a
boarding house with good cuisine
without these new-fangled freaks,
naked youth, and music until
morning.
- This letter with you, misses Brent?
- Yes, I'll bring it
Stay here.
And what about you, Martson?
What? I got a telegram from
my friend.
Bars Robert, I was sure that
he was in Norway.
But he asked me to come here.
That's all.
What about you, general?
I have got a letter from this A. N. Owen.
He mentioned my army friends,
And added that I can meet them
here.
A letter?
I did not keep it unfortunately.
I was invited here as a doctor.
I understood from the letter
that a husband
worries about his wife
He wants to find out her state of
health, But he doesn't want to worry
her.
She does not want go to doctor.
Nerves...
- There was a check in the letter.
- I understand.
Did you know that family before?
No, he said that he knows about me from my friend.
That this looks like truth.
Probably this friend was somewhere
far far away
at that time you